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Would you consider this poem for publication?
Like the jazz songstress
Closes her eyes to become the song
Like the old deacon
Closes his eyes to become the prayer
Like young lovers
Close their eyes to become the kiss
I lose myself into the night
At the close of day
I had occasion to read this again today. If I did not say so explicitly before: This is a very, very good poem.
Did you ever write the book you proposed in 2005 about following The Road to Oxiana in the footsteps of Robert Byron?
No, alas. I have a surprisingly steady track record of disinterest for all my proposals. I am beginning to suspect I am crap at book proposals. Or maybe my tastes are too faluting. HIGH faluting.
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